I recite I love you.
Need you, touch you.
You tell me it’s nothing.
Hate that response.
I show you my skin, my inner being.
You show me the door.
But this is what you want.
Do I calibrate my emotions for you?
Alternate ending dawning into play.
Or should I act the way that you do?
Pretending nothing I do is what I say.
Now I’m showing weaknesses I shouldn’t.
Pressing breaths just to say your name.
You try to show me feelings I swear you couldn’t.
Don’t include my heart in your rise to fame.